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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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4,487
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14
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The Stakes of the Game
The fire suddenly burst forth behind Snape, causing him to jump forward from the flames. He had no desire to lose any of his God-given appendages today. Severus threaded his hand through his raven hair and met Narcissa's eyes, which hit him like steel, "Please tell me you're kidding."
A smirk stood on his face, and a slow shrug seemed to throw her apprehension off. "Severus, you'll never succeed with her. It's nothing personal, you're very talented- but there is no way you will win over the bride of that other detestable Weasley."
He stepped toward the reclined Lady with enthusiasm, his hand raised as he began to debate with the fallen angel. "Oh, but Narcissa, I can. It will take me some time, but I am sure that I can bed the Gryffindor. She will be my greatest victory. I will not make her question her faith, her morals- no, I will leave them perfectly intact, while making her want me despite them. I want to make her hate herself for wanting me, but give in to her desires anyway-"
Narcissa's soft laughter was muffled daintily by her aristocratic hand as she looked up at the dark, brooding Severus, whose eyes were gleaming. "You will fail."
His atypical scowl soured his demeanor. "Fine. Then I'm sure you would have no problem putting a stake on that opinion."
"Never, sweet. What did you have in mind?"
It was obvious what the Potions Master had in mind, something she had been keeping from him. Something that he had desperately wanted for months now. However uncouth a man he was, he was also a clever man, and he knew it was in his interest to make his case in poetic articulation to the Lady Malfoy. Narcissa listened intently, sitting before his person in only a white, silk robe; the very image of a virgin. How very misleading appearances were.
Lord Snape sunk to a knee, and let his slightly rough hands fall on her silk covered knee. “If I win, and I shall, my belle dame sans merci, do not doubt that, I want you in any and every way for a night.”
Her eyes glinted in amusement. “Oh? Is that all. Then, if I should win, which is the only thing I do not question for an instant, mon cher, I want,” she paused, a finger to her lips in thought, “I want… your mother’s necklace.”
Severus blanched momentarily. His mother’s necklace was a beautiful family heirloom that was to be kept until he found a woman worthy of his name. But to deny the bet now would be to admit that he had a fraction of misgiving in his ability. He put his hand out to take hers. They clasped palms in agreement, and then he brought her hand to his lips to seal the deal.
* * *
The rooms were filled from top to bottom with row upon row of books. Hermione’s eyes grew wide as saucers trying to encompass the sheer volume of knowledge before her. This would never be good enough for her. Ron felt her slip away from his hold on her, and begin her quest for knowledge. Imagine, he thought, Hermione has never been to The Bibliotheca, the largest collection of books in Wizarding Britain. You would think she would be magnetically drawn to it like a big chunk of iron. He was just glad she hadn’t shrieked, or fainted, or had her head explode as he was so weary would happen.
Walking toward where he had seen her disappear to, he started when she quickly slinked out to his left. “How in bloody hell did you manage that?”
She ignored his statement and hugged him. He leaned down instinctively, and her lips met his electrically, turning quickly into a passionate kiss. All fright caused by the little Know-It-All was forgotten by the Weasley. “Remind me to bring you to book stores more often,” he breathed.
She giggled and again skipped away from him down the aisles of books. Ron watched her frame bounce, and how she passed through the filtering light and shadows. The rare ray of sunlight that came through the books would get caught and spiral into each glossy thread of her hair, making her sparkle. He followed at a distance, being content with the image of her back squeezing into a waist, then gently letting out into the curve of her hips. Hermione turned quickly to her right and lost the redhead, who sped up to find his love again.
What he didn’t realize was that another had come to buy books that day as well, and he leaned knowingly in a corner, observing the fresh couple at their game of cat and mouse. He would love devouring Miss Granger.
A smirk stood on his face, and a slow shrug seemed to throw her apprehension off. "Severus, you'll never succeed with her. It's nothing personal, you're very talented- but there is no way you will win over the bride of that other detestable Weasley."
He stepped toward the reclined Lady with enthusiasm, his hand raised as he began to debate with the fallen angel. "Oh, but Narcissa, I can. It will take me some time, but I am sure that I can bed the Gryffindor. She will be my greatest victory. I will not make her question her faith, her morals- no, I will leave them perfectly intact, while making her want me despite them. I want to make her hate herself for wanting me, but give in to her desires anyway-"
Narcissa's soft laughter was muffled daintily by her aristocratic hand as she looked up at the dark, brooding Severus, whose eyes were gleaming. "You will fail."
His atypical scowl soured his demeanor. "Fine. Then I'm sure you would have no problem putting a stake on that opinion."
"Never, sweet. What did you have in mind?"
It was obvious what the Potions Master had in mind, something she had been keeping from him. Something that he had desperately wanted for months now. However uncouth a man he was, he was also a clever man, and he knew it was in his interest to make his case in poetic articulation to the Lady Malfoy. Narcissa listened intently, sitting before his person in only a white, silk robe; the very image of a virgin. How very misleading appearances were.
Lord Snape sunk to a knee, and let his slightly rough hands fall on her silk covered knee. “If I win, and I shall, my belle dame sans merci, do not doubt that, I want you in any and every way for a night.”
Her eyes glinted in amusement. “Oh? Is that all. Then, if I should win, which is the only thing I do not question for an instant, mon cher, I want,” she paused, a finger to her lips in thought, “I want… your mother’s necklace.”
Severus blanched momentarily. His mother’s necklace was a beautiful family heirloom that was to be kept until he found a woman worthy of his name. But to deny the bet now would be to admit that he had a fraction of misgiving in his ability. He put his hand out to take hers. They clasped palms in agreement, and then he brought her hand to his lips to seal the deal.
* * *
The rooms were filled from top to bottom with row upon row of books. Hermione’s eyes grew wide as saucers trying to encompass the sheer volume of knowledge before her. This would never be good enough for her. Ron felt her slip away from his hold on her, and begin her quest for knowledge. Imagine, he thought, Hermione has never been to The Bibliotheca, the largest collection of books in Wizarding Britain. You would think she would be magnetically drawn to it like a big chunk of iron. He was just glad she hadn’t shrieked, or fainted, or had her head explode as he was so weary would happen.
Walking toward where he had seen her disappear to, he started when she quickly slinked out to his left. “How in bloody hell did you manage that?”
She ignored his statement and hugged him. He leaned down instinctively, and her lips met his electrically, turning quickly into a passionate kiss. All fright caused by the little Know-It-All was forgotten by the Weasley. “Remind me to bring you to book stores more often,” he breathed.
She giggled and again skipped away from him down the aisles of books. Ron watched her frame bounce, and how she passed through the filtering light and shadows. The rare ray of sunlight that came through the books would get caught and spiral into each glossy thread of her hair, making her sparkle. He followed at a distance, being content with the image of her back squeezing into a waist, then gently letting out into the curve of her hips. Hermione turned quickly to her right and lost the redhead, who sped up to find his love again.
What he didn’t realize was that another had come to buy books that day as well, and he leaned knowingly in a corner, observing the fresh couple at their game of cat and mouse. He would love devouring Miss Granger.